By now my trips to the drive-thru had become everyday events. I had become addicted to hearing Violet’s voice. Just sitting in the line, in my car, made me wet with anticipation that she might drop a little note in my bag.

Today was no different. Only, it was. I was a little nervous. For one, Amber had texted me this morning and attached the video she had taken of me naked and begging her to tie me to the horse and hurt me…  

Worse, she claimed to have sent it to Violet too. I didn’t have any reason to doubt her. I’m not sure how I felt about that. Part of me was turned on at that thought. And part of me was nervous that she’d be upset with me. Or jealous, perhaps, at being alone with Amber.  It wasn’t like we were a couple or anything. I didn’t really know what we were, to be honest. Whatever it was between us I didn’t want to mess it up.

“Fries and a diet Pepsi.  Please.”

I’d begun playing with myself, with my poor tender pussy, about half an hour before pulling into the drive-thru. By the time she asked for my order I was edging myself and my voice sounded somewhat shaky.

“Anything else?” came the reply and then, a pause, followed by a very softly spoken “slut.”

I found myself blushing, my heart beating triple time against my ribs as I drove up to the window, trembling a little as I rolled to a stop.

“Fries, no ketchup, and a diet Pepsi,” she announced, discretely adding a folded piece of paper with my order with a knowing smile and her signature ‘p’ pop. I took the bag and the cup from her, admiring the way her breasts strained against her uniform top as her fingers brushed mine tantalizingly as she leaned over the ledge to get a better view of me. The weather was nice enough for skirts, thankfully, since my pussy was still sore from the strapping Amber had given it last night. Lips pressed together, I pulled my skirt up, giving her a good look at my sopping wet cunt and my still red flesh.

“Poor baby,” she said softly and then giggled a little.

Before I pulled out I made a show of licking my juices from my fingers like the slut I had become.  Violet’s slut. And now, Ambers. I wondered how deep my depravity would go…

oOo

We are taking you out on Saturday.  You are not allowed to come until then. When I tell you. Call me later. 7. V.

We are taking you out. She and Amber. I read the note again after pulling up to my place. It had been sitting on the passenger seat the entire drive, taunting me as I continued to play with myself. By the time I stopped the car, I was desperate for an orgasm. Not that I was going to let myself have one since I’d been told not to, that the next time I came, it was going to be for her. For them. I wanted them to be there. To watch when I finally did.

To be honest, the idea of denying myself aroused me even more. Maybe that was the point.  Going the whole week without an orgasm seemed like delicious torment, especially knowing how desperate I’d be by then.    Knowing Violet I was sure that, whatever she had planned would be humiliating. Not that I cared.  I found myself hoping that it would be She’d tapped something inside of me that needed that. Desired that. Craved that. 

Smoothing my skirt down, I went inside and took a shower, trying to wash the smell of overripe pussy off.  And then I took a nap, making sure my alarm was set for 6:30.

oOo

I called her precisely at 7 after fixing myself something to eat. I didn’t bother getting dressed. I was pretty sure she’d insist on a video call and I wanted her to see me naked and subservient.

“I want to see you,” she told me after we’d exchanged greetings. Blushing, I turned the video chat on. At least it meant I could see her too. She hadn’t bothered to dress up or anything. Black yoga pants and a matching sports bra half hidden by an unbuttoned sky blue blouse, her loss. It didn’t matter. She looked gorgeous. I’d made the call from my bedroom, kneeling on my bed, my legs spread slightly. Not that she could see that. For now, all she could see was my face.  

“All of you.”

I adjusted the phone, propping it up on the bed with a cushion, and giving her a view of my entire body, biting my lips gently when she smiled appreciatively.

“You are such a pretty slut, Jenny.”

“Thank you, Miss,” I murmured softly with a sincere smile, warmth flowing through me. I liked being pretty for her.

“Why don’t you play with your pussy for me while we chat?”

“I…” I forgot to breathe for a few moments as my hand seemed to take on a life of its own, slipping between my thighs. I spread them wider, so she could get a better view as I started running my fingers over my suddenly swollen clit and between my parted labia, embarrassingly aware of how wet I already was.

“Such a dirty girl,” she teased, blowing me a kiss.  “Amber told me about last night.”

I felt my heart skip a beat as I froze like a deer caught in headlights. She laughed a little, shaking her head.

“Did you enjoy yourself, dirty girl?”

I paused, barely aware that I’d begun stroking myself again while she watched. It felt natural now, playing with my pussy while she watched. I was vaguely aware of how my breasts were rising and falling with each breath a sign of how aroused I was becoming as I recalled being tied, helpless, to the pommel horse while Amber used the leather strap on me. How much it had hurt. And how many times she had made me come like that…

“Yes, Miss. I was scared. And it hurt so much, but… I did,” I finally admitted.

“Good. I look forward to joining you next time.”

Not knowing what to say I said nothing.

“Why don’t you taste yourself for me.”

Again, it was almost automatic as I stopped stroking myself and put my fingers in my mouth, sucking and licking my pussy juice off while she watched, her eyes eager and bright as she watched me go back to playing with myself when I was done.

“I ordered some things for you, by the way. They should arrive on Wednesday. Consider them gifts for being such a good girl, Jenny.”

“Thank you,” I said, a little surprised, shaking my head a little as I tried to imagine what she might have bought me. Something to do with sex of course.

“I need to go now. Feel free to play with yourself for a little while. Remember. No coming! And expect a text from me later. Okay?”

“Okay,” I told her right before she cut our connection.

Afterward, I continued to play, pushing myself right to the edge before stopping, frustrated that I wasn’t allowed to go any further. Not for the entire week. It was going to be torture. With a sigh, I stretched out on my bed, naked, and played with my phone a bit, waiting for her to text me. In the meantime, I pulled up a favorite porn site…

oOo

I had drowsed off a little when her text arrived. I glanced at the time. It was after 9. About time for bed. I smelled of cunt. So much for showering earlier. Shrugging it off, I opened her message. It wasn’t much.  

I am off tomorrow. Don’t bother getting your usual. Instead, go here. 1323 E. 23rd. Short skirt, tight tank top. No bra or panties. Buy something nice for yourself.  

That was it. No explanation of where I was going or what I was expected to do. With an exasperated sigh I pushed back the covers and got into bed and tried my best to go to sleep.

oOo

The address led me to an adult bookstore. It didn’t have a name. Just Adult Bookstore and Video Arcades. As instructed, I’d put on a black knit mini skirt and a white tank that showed off my belly button and molded itself to me tits making sure anyone could tell how hard my nipples were. I’d completed the outfit with a pair of leather ankle boots with 3-inch heels, knowing that my ass would be swaying enticingly with every step I took. I was blushing nervously before I even shut the engine off. Not only that, but I was wet. Violet seemed to have an uncanny instinct for just how to get my pussy to flow.

Buy something nice for yourself. That was it. Simple enough, only I’d have to go inside to do that, putting myself on display. My car smelled like pussy. I could only assume that I would too if anyone got close enough. Worse, I could feel my juices starting to leak and was pretty sure that standing up would cause them to trickle down the insides of my thighs.  I considered starting the car up and leaving, but the thought of disappointing Violet kept me there, my breath quickening a little which had the unfortunate side effect of making my tits lewdly rise and fall.

Eventually, I worked up enough courage to get out and go inside…

I wasn’t exactly a frequent visitor to this kind of store. A couple of times when I was younger. More of a dare. And I’d been with girlfriends. Entering alone was different. I was a little nervous about being hit on my creeps, to be honest and a little worried that I was turned on by the possibility…

So, yeah, it was. I guess, a typical sex shop. Dirty magazines. DVDs and blu-rays, and sex toys. There was also a selection of slutty clothes, mostly for women. The kind that a guy would buy for his girlfriend or wife mistakenly thinking she’d like it. Not that some wouldn’t. If Violet bought me something like that I’d wear it no matter how slutty it made me feel. For her, at least. Besides the guy at the counter, there were probably half a dozen men in the shop. All older. The youngest looked to be in his 40s or so. Just average looking guys.  I did my best not to risk eye contact with any of them, not wanting to know if they were checking me out, though I know for a fact that at least two of them were, which gave me a little thrill.

There were also video booths towards the back. I decided to explore them last. For now, I wanted to take a look at the wide variety of sex toys. Vibrators, dildos, plugs, clamps… pretty much everything. They even had handcuffs, paddles, and whips for the less vanilla. Like me. Not that I intended to purchase any of those. Instead, I found myself looking at the dildos. They came in all colors, from natural skin tones to wild rainbow colors. There were even glow-in-the-dark ones and some that were… alien or fantastical. A dragon dildo, for example. And some of which I wasn’t sure I wanted to think too much about. There was a ‘realistic’ horse cock displayed that looked brutally painful as well as some weird looking dog cock dildos. No thank you!

The black cocks. However. There were a couple that looked like the real thing and they were huge. Not like the horse or the dragon, but still intimidating. I decided to choose one with a suction cup on the end so you could stick it to walls or tables or… whatever. It was called The Jamal. I was a little embarrassed at carrying it around as I explored the rest of the shop. I did, anyway. Two of the men disappeared into the video booths. I wasn’t up to braving them yet, so I decided to browse the movies. They were divided into sections. Straight. Lesbian. Teens. Spanking. Fetish. BDSM. I hadn’t really been paying attention, but the way the racks were set up, it was easy to hide down one of the aisles. In other words, unless someone was in the same aisle as you, they couldn’t see you, and there was no one, currently looking at the BDSM films…

I took my time, checking out the titles and occasionally pulling one out to get a closer look. Just curious, mostly, though I tended to be more interested in the ones that were girl-on-girl. Leanna Unlocked. Slayed. She’s in Charge. Lesbian Revenge. Girls Only 4. Legally Bound.  I found one that I thought the Domme kind of resembled Violet and the sub looked a little like me. I was looking at the pictures on the back wondering if I should buy it when I felt the presence of someone.

“You can preview that in the video booths if you’re thinking of buying it.”

My breath caught a little as I turned, surprised. I must have looked surprised and a little embarrassed. He was in his 50s. I think. Balding. Clean shaven. Had on a Pink Floyd tee and jeans. He had a nice smile and he didn’t look creepy. At least he wasn’t leering at me openly.

“Oh. Thank you,” I mumbled, blushing a little, managing a smile in case he was just trying to be helpful and not hitting on me.  “I didn’t know that.”

“No problem.”

He paused, his gaze falling on the dildo I was carrying with me, then at my chest, before his gaze settled on the video.

“It’s not… Shades of Grey. If that’s what you’re looking for.”

“Not Shades of Grey?” I must have looked a little confused.

“I mean it’s a lot… Dirtier, I guess. It might shock you if you’re not used to that kind of stuff.”

I smiled, a little. He seemed nice.

“I know. I mean, I… just know.”

He nodded. “I have some recommendations if you’re interested?”

“Sure,” I said, a little unsure of myself.

“Girls only? Or do you mind men?”

“Either, I guess? This one… The one girl looks like my… a friend… and…”

I wasn’t really sure what else to say, so I just shrugged, sure that my cheeks were noticeably red.

“It’s a good one. Some others you might like…”

He started browsing the section, pulling out the occasional DVD and giving me a short review, just as ‘lots of rope bondage and the girls seem to be really into it’, ‘the blonde girl in this one is really hot and likes to be spanked’, ‘pretty extreme but there’s a whipping scene, if you’re into that kind of thing, that’ll blow your mind’.

“Go tell Jerry – that’s the guy behind the counter – that you want to check them out. He’ll let you use one of the booths. Oh, and ask for one without a glory hole. Unless you’re into that kind of thing.”

“I might be,” I admitted shyly, thinking of my night out at Jupiter and of Eric.

He just grinned at that. “I’m Bill, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. Jenny. Don’t want to wear out my welcome, so I’ll leave you alone.”

“Thanks, Bill.” And then, impulsively, I reached down and pulled the hem of my skirt up to my waist, blushing furiously as I revealed my dripping wet cunt.

He stopped dead in his tracks, looking down, his eyes wide as he let out a soft whistle, then licked his lips slowly.

“That’s… quite a sight.”

Wordlessly, I lowered it again. I felt like such a slut. Smiling shyly, I turned away from him, my heart beating rapidly in my chest as I paused to look over my shoulder.

“I’m going to ask for one with glory holes. In case you were interested…”

 I did, too. Right after paying for the dildo and leaving the films Bill had helped me pick out with Jerry who told me how to access scenes from each of them writing down the codes on a card, before giving me the keycard to booth #4.

It was surprisingly clean. Narrow too. I detected a faint whiff of disinfectant, masked by a… tropical scent. There was a small table next to the door with tissues, some clothes, some soap, disinfectant, and an air freshener. There was also a small garbage can. In the center of the room was a large lounge chair covered in black faux leather. Or maybe vinyl. And against the wall was a large screen with a panel below it where you could punch in codes as well as use your credit card. Jerry had said I didn’t need to worry about paying. There were also small doors on either side of the room. They were closed and latched when I went in. I guess, in case you wanted privacy. I could either leave them like that or open them up and see what happened…

For now I left them alone, setting my purse down next to the garbage can, and sat down in the chair. It was comfortable. It was also the site of countless male orgasms, or so I presumed. Probably not a lot of female ones. Maybe I’d be the first? I unboxed my new toy. There was a remote on one of the arms so I hit ‘on’ lighting up the tv screen to blue. I took a closer look. there was a button marked ‘lights’ and one marked ‘chair’. Curious, I tried lights first and the lights in the booth dimmed noticeably. It wasn’t dark, but it was a lot less bright. Then I tried ‘chair’. The cushion I was sitting on started humming softly and vibrating. It felt nice so I decided to leave it on.

The first movie, the one with the Domme who reminded me of Violet was marked F228 so I punched that in.  Almost instantly the movie started playing and I settled back to watch as the nameless brunette tied the nameless blonde spread eagled on a bed then proceeded to tease her, first with a feather, and then with her tongue. It wasn’t exactly hardcore, but it was sensuous, and I enjoyed watching her ramp things up, first with nipple clamps, and then a vibrator, until she climaxed. It looked like the real deal to me…

I’d been fingering myself the entire time, not in any particular hurry, especially since the goal wasn’t to come. Just to feel good. And to feel slutty. The next scene added another girl, a redhead. This time the blonde was cuffed to a chain hanging from the ceiling, her toes barely touching the floor while the brunette knelt between her legs and ate out her pussy and the redhead spanked her with a crop. It was beyond hot. I couldn’t help but think of Violet and Amber while I watched. Before long I had slipped the dildo into my sopping wet pussy and was slowly fucking myself with it. It really was big. If I hadn’t been so wet I would have had trouble with it. As it was I took it slow, stretching out my labia and the inner walls of my pussy, pushing it in a little at a time until I got used to how thick it was, my eyes glued to the video the entire time, barely aware of what a mess I was making on the seat.

Halfway through I realized that the small doors in the walls were situated so that anyone looking through them could get a good look at whoever was sitting in the chair. In other words, me…

I hit pause. Getting up and unlatching the doors and opening them would be a terrible idea. Knocking on the wall to bring attention to the fact that I’d opened them would be even worse. I was so turned on by then that I was almost eager to make bad decision so I did both before resuming my seat and unpausing the video while sliding the thick cock in and out of my cunt.

If I hadn’t been so turned on, I probably wouldn’t have gotten up, unlatched the doors and opened them all the way, knocked on the walls above them, and then sat back down and resumed the scene, my skirt up around my waist, my new toy embedded in my pussy. After a minute or two of that I stopped long enough to pull my top up, exposing my tits and swollen nipples. I began playing with them, pinching and twisting them until I was panting with lust.

“That’s so hot.”

I froze, the voice startling me. It was coming from the hole on the right… someone was watching. My first impulse was to cover myself up. I pushed it aside and instead spread my legs a little wider so whoever it was could get a good look at my pussy and the cock I was fucking it with.

“Spread them wider, baby.” He said. It didn’t sound like the guy who’d helped me out… Bill… but I wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered. I did as he said. I moved closer to the edge of the chair and spread my legs as wide as I could for him like a dirty little slut.

“Fuck. Beautiful.”

I smiled at that. He thought I was beautiful. Or that my pussy was…

“Yeah?” I asked quietly.

“Hell yeah,” came the answer but this time it was from the other hole. By this time the scene was done, so I quickly started the next one.

“Lick it. Lick your pussy juices off it, Jenny.”

The second guy knew my name. It had to be Bill. Blushing, I pulled my dildo from my cunt. It made a squelchy noise and dripped all over my tits as I raised it up to my face and started licking it like a lollipop, shivering as I felt something wet hit my tit. Drool from my mouth or my pussy… I couldn’t really tell. I was on a sexual high by then, mesmerized as I watched a redheaded girl getting spanked while locked in wooden stocks. I wanted that to be me…

“Fuck,” whispered as I lifted my legs so I could rest my feet on the edge of the seat before slipping the fake cock back into my pussy.

“Good girl. All the way in. Nice and deep.”

I wasn’t sure who was speaking now. I was losing track of everything but the scene on the screen and fucking myself.

“Come over here, baby.”

I watched as a hand appeared through the hole on the right, not saying a word. I just pushed myself off the chair and onto my hands and knees and crawled the short distance to the glory hole. “Turn around, honey.”

I don’t know why, but I did. I did exactly what he told me to do. I felt like I was under some sort of spell. Maybe I was. Still on my hands and knees and I turned around so that I was facing the other hole, my ass close to the wall. I whimpered softly as I felt his hand on me, stroking my ass cheek. And then the other. It felt nice. Really nice. My whimper turned into a moan of pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Yes,” I said, my voice shaking a little.

“Dirty little slut.”

He laughed a little. It wasn’t a mean laugh, though.

“Yes,” I repeated, my vision glazing over slightly as a cock appeared in the hole I was facing. Not as big as my fake cock, but still… a nice cock. Bill’s cock.  I liked Bill so I crawled to the other side of the room, the dildo slipping out of me and onto the floor, and wrapped my fingers around him, jerking him off slowly as I kissed the bulbus head. Kissed it and then licked it, teasingly pushing the tip of my tongue into his pee hole. I was out of control. I knew it and yet I didn’t care. Violet was to blame for giving me the push but I was glad she had. I loved the path she had set me on, even if I didn’t know where it would lead.

I leaned forward, opening wide, taking him into my mouth, rewarded with a moan of pleasure as I let him slide over my tongue, taking him deeper until my forehead was against the wall and I could feel his balls against my chin.

“Hey, baby. Don’t forget about me.”

My other lover, for that is what they had become. Reluctantly I leaned back, freeing Bill’s cock, and then shuffled backward, feeling the stranger's hand sliding between my thighs. I sighed and then moaned with lust as I felt his fingers against my pussy and then into me. At least two, probably three as thick as they felt. He just held them there so I started to rock back and forth, fucking them. Not quite as big as the dildo, but thick enough to fill me. I started rocking harder, fucking his hand, being fucked, gasping as he withdrew them suddenly and tried to shove them into my asshole. He was clumsy. I didn’t care. I pushed back again, helping him out, impaling myself with a soft grunt, my gaze on the penis in the other hole withdrawing. Probably jerking off, I thought…

I moved backward some more, closing my eyes blissfully, pleasure burning through me, filling me, feeling those fingers pumping into my tight little pucker. I felt the wall against my bottom, halting my progress. And then I felt something else pushing against my tight asshole. The door opened, taking me by surprise.

“Left your purse just in reach,” Bill said. “And your keycard. You should be more careful, Jenny.”

“Fuck me,” I breathed, not sure if I was cursing at my carelessness or begging to be fucked…

I felt a cock pushing into my asshole, pushing my walls apart, my breath catching, pain radiating through me. I was dripping wet. I could feel my juices sliding down the insides of my thighs as Bill grabbed a handful of my hair.

“Getting turned on watching those bondage movies. You like it rough, don’t you, Jenny? You’re just a dirty slut, aren’t you.”

“Yes,” I whimpered, answering both questions at once. I would have said more, but when I opened my mouth again he took the opportunity to shove his dick in.

“Going to fuck your face. And then I’m going to shoot my cum all over you. Going to paint your pretty face with jizz. And you’re going to thank me afterward. Aren’t you?”

My replay was garbled. Hard to talk with a mouth full of cock… Especially while I was getting ass fucked from behind.

Not sure how long it lasted. Not long. Not long enough for me to come, at least. Long enough for them. I felt the guy in my ask twitch and then shoot his load into my bowels, grunting loudly as he spurted again, withdrawing so he could spray my bottom with more cum while I was feverishly sucking Bill’s rod, helpless to do anything else.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned suddenly, pulling out and shooting his cum all over my face. Cheeks, mouth, nose, forehead… I felt it dripping down my face, sliding off my chin and onto the floor… He began to smear it all over my face, using his swollen bulbous head as a paintbrush.

“Filthy slut.”

I needed to come so bad, but… Violet had told me I wasn’t allowed. Desperate for release it was a struggle to quell the need

“Please. I need to come,” I begged, not caring what he called me, desperate for release. He just smiled down at me.

“You want to come? Go ahead. I’ll watch.”

Humiliation burned deep within. My face was covered with cum. So was my ass… It didn’t stop me from reaching between my legs, though, and fingering myself roughly, grinding them against my clit, not interesting in finesse. I just wanted to – needed to – get myself off. To come. Bill was right. I was a filthy little slut. I’d just let a stranger fuck me up the ass. Gave a blow job to another and now…

I forced myself to stop, shaking and whimpering. I wasn’t supposed to come. Wasn’t allowed to. Violet had told me so. I’m not sure how I managed not to.  Tears of frustration welled up in my eyes and leaked down my cheeks. It wasn’t fair. Feeling defeated, I sank to the floor, cum dripping out of my ass, my juices pooling on the floor beneath me.

They left me like that. Half naked and laying in a stew of sexual spew, sobbing quietly, unable or unwilling to pull my hand from between my legs as I edged myself to the brink before pulling back again, desperate to push myself over the edge, and just as desperate to be a good girl for Violet.  again. Eventually, my need to please her won out over my need to come and I just lay there, defeated…

It took me a while to come to my senses again and sit up. I was a mess. I smelled of sex. I had cum all over my face and tits, my ass and thighs. It was on my skirt and my top, too. I was going to have to leave the place, past Jerry and any customers in the shop, and it would be obvious what had happened…

I did my best to clean up after myself. After the guys, too. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better. Hopefully, no one would complain. And then I pulled my skirt and tank top down and left, dildo and purse in hand as I tried to sneak out the door.

“Did you want those DVDs?” Jerry asked, smirking a little as he lay them on the counter.

Blushing, I stopped, my hand on the door handle, and went back to the counter, handing over my credit card. Looking me over like a piece of fresh meat, he lay my card on the glass of the display case containing some of the higher-end toys. Mostly vibrators.

“Make you a deal. Suck me off and you can have all four. No charge.”

I stood there, mouth open in shock, not knowing what to say. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, to be honest. And yet, I didn’t. Instead, I walked around the registrar and sank to my knees at his feet, gazing up at him, mouth slightly open as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock.

“Suck it, bitch.”

He stared down at me, smirking as he guided his cock into my open mouth. Placing one hand on his thighs, spitting on the other, and then stroking him as I started sucking, leaving his cock glistening with saliva. I opened my mouth wider, taking more of him in.

“That it, whore. Fuck me with that pretty mouth of yours.”

Whore. I guess I was. I wasn’t doing this because I wanted to. Not really. I was doing it in exchange for some DVDs. Like a whore.

I took more of him in. Pretty soon he disappeared, the head of his cock pushing into my throat. I gagged, not that he cared. Drool was running down my chin and onto my top. He didn’t last long. I felt him twitch inside my mouth and then he let out a loud moan and shot his load down into my mouth. I swallowed. All of it, filling my belly with his cum. I felt incredibly dirty. Like the whore I was. I just wanted to get out of there.

He pulled out, wiping himself on my face, adding to the mess already drying, and then zipped himself up.

“Guess you earned these.”

Grinning, he dropped the DVDs into a plain black bag and handed them to me while I was still on my knees. Somehow I managed to rise, feeling unsteady as I headed for the door.

“Enjoy yourself,” he called after me, laughing a little.

Humiliated, I hurried towards my car, my hands shaking as I tried to put the key in the ignition. It took me three tries.  One final thing, before I left. It was an impulsive thought, one I acted on before I could talk myself out of it. Taking out my phone, I took a selfie. A close-up of my cum covered face. Another of me with my mouth open, leftover cum coating my lips and tongue. And then, hiking my skirt up, I took one of my sopping wet pussy. I sent all three to Violet. Finally, I started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, the taste of cum still in my mouth.

oOo

I checked my messages before getting out of my car. One reply from Violet. Trembling, I opened it.

You look adorable.  And hot. You didn’t come, did you?

‘No’ I replied, still a little shaky. And then I hurried inside and took refuge in my bedroom trying hard not to think about what I’d done.